Last week ever?

Usually, coming in to school on Monday, I’m graced by the glazed over facing of students pretending to be focused on school work but secretly planning for the weekend. But, something tells this week may be different. With the end of the world coming on Friday, or so they say, there isn’t going to be a weekend.

As this thought hit my mind, I also thought about how I have to live this week up and do everything I’ve ever dreamed of doing.

So, here’s my dream plans for this week in case the world really does end:

Monday: Monday would be my day to say goodbye to everyone in my life and thanks them for all they’ve done for me. I would call up people I don’t usually see, tell the people I love that I love them, and go to church and pray like a madman.

Tuesday: With only three days to live I’d probably start going crazy. I would buy all new clothes, hop on a jet, and go to Las Vegas for the day. Then I’d realize that I didn’t want to be there and I’d probably end up in Italy by the days end, touring the country.

Thursday: For my last day on earth, I would want to meet as many famous athletes, musicians, and movies stars as I could. I’d want to play catch with some MLB players(Jose Reyes, Matt Kemp, and Derek Jeter), play guitar with all of my favorite musicians (Dave Matthews, Zac Brown, and John Mayor), and sit down and talk to both Johnny Depp and Denzel Washington about their acting careers.

I would want to be sitting in the middle of a baseball field right as the world blows up.

I feel as though that would be so peaceful for me. Just something to visualize.

I know that was very random but it’s my dream activities basically thrown into a three day span. And, I’m actually going to see a DAve Matthews concerts on Wednesday with my brother, so if the world ends on the 21st., I will indeed die a happy man.